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秋天了,天气冷了,风也凉了起来。那一天清晨,我突然想去隆务寺转经,室外看起来很冷,咬咬牙,还是转身出了门。很快就来到寺院,寺院周边转经的人并不是很多,在寺院对面的度母广场上,三三两两的藏族妇女们,光着脚丫,在那里虔诚地叩首磕着长头。我立在她们身后,默默地,看她们从头到脚和自然以及神佛亲密接近的模样。她们,每个人,都有着那样一头凌乱和自然的长发,捆
Autumn, the weather is cold, the wind is cold. That early in the morning, I suddenly wanted to go to Longwu Temple and turn cold. I was cold outside, biting my teeth, or turning around. Very soon came to the monastery, not many people around the monastery through the turn, in the square opposite the monastery on the mother square, 2322 Tibetan women, barefoot, where pious knock knocking head. I stood behind them, silently, look at them from head to toe and nature and the proximity of God and Buddha looks like. They, each one, have such a messy and natural long hair, bundle